At First Blush

Chapter 15

Julian bounced his leg as he sat on the bed in Temptations. He wasn't entirely sure why he was here. It felt like a mistake. He closed his eyes, imaging the blush that radiated from the tips of Ollie's ears to roughly around his lower back. He hadn't gotten a chance to chase the blush as it swept over Ollie's gold skin. And now that he'd finally gotten his lips around Ollie's perfect cock, there wasn't much more he wanted to do than taste him for hours.

He stood, exhaling sharply. He shouldn't be here. He couldn't be here. It was too much. He wanted to go home and drink himself sick and hopefully kill the brain cells that seem to be hell bent on analyzing every moment of the last time he had his hands on Ollie.

He had his hand around the doorknob when the door on the other side of the room opened, signaling that his companion for the night was here.

"Hello, lover. I'm Angel. A bit skittish tonight, are we, baby?" The smooth, rich voice was like velvet and sin, like a caress across his skin even across the room. It was also shockingly familiar.

He spun around, his jaw dropping, all his problems forgotten as a laugh bubbled up in his throat. "Leslie? Oh my God? Is that you?" He demanded, his gaze sweeping along the Alpha who was leaning against the wall.

He was every inch an Alpha, with his sleek muscles, his body sculpted to chiseled perfection. His hair was silky and soft and darker than Julian remembered, hanging down to his shoulders in tousled waves. And now that Julian was really looking, he realized that this was the Alpha from the night he met Ollie.

Leslie pushed off the wall, his face splitting into a grin. "Julian! Damn! You grew up so fucking well!" He said, striding forward.

Julian met him halfway, throwing himself into Leslie's arms. "God, you look amazing. I haven't seen you in what, eight years?"

"Try ten; you never visited us after you disappeared into your program," Leslie corrected, catching Julian in his arms, hoisting him up.

Julian wrapped his arms and legs around his old friend, burying his face in Leslie's neck. "God, I've missed you." He pulled back, looking around the room then back at Leslie. "How long have you worked here?"

Leslie shrugged and Julian tightened his legs around his waist so he wouldn't fall. "Couple years. Much better than where I worked before. I like it here. The pay is good and I have fun."

Julian slid down Leslie, stepping back, his brow furrowing. "You—"

"No." Leslie cut him off sharply, and Julian flinched, but he nodded.

"Okay. Okay. Why are we standing, let's sit." He tugged Leslie's hand towards the giant bed, and plopped down, patting the space next to him.

Leslie smiled and flopped back. "It's nice to see you, Juls. What have you been up too?"

"Teaching mostly. Sometimes I get dragged to a conference or a seminar. Do you do dancing too? You always loved dancing."

Leslie smiled, but it was bittersweet. "Yeah. I have my own act and everything. You should stop by. I do Tuesdays and Thursdays and closing on Saturday."

"I'll make time." Julian promised. He picked at the comforter for a second, then, "Remember the Omega a few weeks ago?"

Leslie grimaced, sitting up. "God. I felt so bad for him. I had no idea what to do. When Elle asked me to help out an Unconfirmed I didn't really think much past sex."

Julian exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the prickling of jealousy at the thought of anyone else having sex with Ollie. Ollie wasn't his. Couldn't be his. "Yeah. I was the Omega doctor," he admitted, and Leslie startled, then laughed, shaking his head.